Here is a syrupy, sappy, cartoony glimpse at romantic love. Cupid fires a barrage of love-arrows at a couple who is already kissing. Cupid gets undeserved bragging rights because the love was already there. What a devious creep Cupid can be!
true LOVE real
there’s a sleevéd heart to wear
romance comes for two to share
ultra-laved in buttered shea
eh, laissez entrer le Soleil
I don’t know what Shea Butter is, but it must be good stuff, judging from all the advertising, so I laved. Mostly I needed to rhyme a word ending with A and a word ending in L.
The last line roughly translates from the French as “What the Hell, let the sunshine in.” Cheers!
Last week, hastily I turned a lump of clay into a semblance of a bird, then wrapped it to slow its drying. When I took it out this morning I decided to finish sculpting it with no help from any tools. As ways the goal is to become a better sculptor.
The clay is firm but still has some flex to it. I was able to change the overall shape with careful squeezing compression with two hands. It was possible to remove a small amount of clay from the (unreal) tail section, making eyeballs for the lady’s head, but I then faced the challenge of affixing them, and I didn’t want to use saliva, finding the prospect literally distasteful. Luckily I had a small amount of perspiration around my temples, and I harvested as much of it as I could, and now I need a shower. 🙂
Fingernails came in handy for making curves curvier and sun shapes less ambiguous. I’m not too obsessed with perfection–Nature herself is loaded with imperfections–but it improves a work of art to reduce, if not eliminate, internal inconsistency.
One with Clay, Image and Text 